Dolphin Address 17 2003
July 21, 2003
Anger, once aroused, cools down. Unless it oppresses the spirit time and again. Then it goes looking for an escape.
I was, again, enjoying the view from Mrs Bridies one and only 3D terrace, when I heard a sigh, and another one. They sounded similar to Dusty's respiration so I crossed the road for a better oversight. Then I saw what I had been looking across all the time. Between tremendously high rocks, there was a lovely sandy beach. A fantastic idea jumped like a dolphin out of my forehead. If I could get Dusty to get used to that!
Mrs. Bridie had offered me to park freely on the meadow behind her house. That would not only be a very elegant way to solve my parking problem (on a max. 5 minutes walk from the sandy beach), it would also be a nice gesture towards the B&B. They always sent their guests abundantly to Pollenawatch, where there would be less dolphinswimmers.
And today was the day. First I brought my diving boots down to Bridie's beach, then in wetsuit, with waterwing, monovin, mask, snorkel, and socks, I walked by the road via the gate to Pollenawatch. In the meadow I fetched my hidden weight belt, and hid my shoes and socks back. There were two people in the water, but not a dolphin in sight. This cannot be imagination. The moment I soaked my mask in the armpit of 'Head and Shoulders' she paddled close by. I was hardly knee deep when she was studying how I put on my monofin.
In hindsight it was as if I saw Woody Allen and Diana Keaton walk through Manhattan: in hyperconversation, bumping into other pedestrians, stumbling over each other, in turn straying to shop windows, but above chaos and hectic, a powerful bonding, a not being one without the other.
Up to four times she went to swim right behind a ray to drive it crazy with an intense humming. Purely to please herself and to entertain me. Sometimes she brushed by with her belly up, than again she tempted me in the deep.
I had calculated us to swim with the tide. The last part, that I did not know yet, was very beautiful. Many separate beds, with deep in between parts and a lot more fish than I am used to. Dusty kept hanging behind me and extensively inspected my monofin. For one moment I had the impression I was the ray now. But I didn't make one extra stroke.
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When I entered Bridies bay, Dusty followed to knee deep. There I have fully caressed her, soon assisted by Bridies neighbors and family.
I usually do not invest much time in being pleased with myself, but this was an all time high.
Jan Ploeg, Fanore beach, July 21st 2003
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